© 2025 Irrelin. All rights reserved https://suno.com/@irrelin Guard the grove — where silence keeps its vow. Hold the flame — through ash and breath alike. Root and stone, older than our names, carry the pulse beneath the soil, a rhythm that remembers. Circle of night — light folds into shadow, shadow folds into sound, and still the grove remains. Guard the grove. Hold the flame. Root and stone. Circle of night.
